’If it were my first time having a Race declare their hatred for me, I might be fazed, even if only slightly, but Xipher was pretty much hated and wanted by every single Myriad race for one reason or another, so I’m basically immune to it by this point.’ Examining the damaged Amulet, a little thought went off in my head.
’I wonder if there is any tracking spell or location magic placed on this thing. If that’s the case, I won’t be able to take it out of my inventory anywhere except in the training room as that is considered a pocket dimension and completely unaffected by any form of location or even Talent Skill for that matter.’
For a moment, I rolled the palm-sized circular object around my hand before eventually giving up and tossing it into my inventory, then continued looking out over the water as the storm showed no signs of dispersing.
"I don’t know why this kind of weather always calms me; I wonder if it has something to do with growing up in Florida, where it rains every day like clockwork." Shrugging my shoulders, I began peeling off the layers of grimy, blood-drenched clothing I had been wearing before standing in front of the waves, breaking against the rocks and taking a makeshift ocean shower.
Standing there in only my underwear, I then made my way over toward one of the ruins, which acted as a makeshift weather shelter, but I didn’t really mind as all I needed was someplace dry to change my clothes.
As an Alpha-Ranked being with significantly higher stats than a normal human, a little rain and wind couldn’t get me sick, let alone make me cold. Still, old habits die hard, and as I scrolled through my inventory, looking for something dry and clean to wear, I noticed a few expensive items had entered my clutches.
"What do we have here," curiosity peaked; I withdrew a small package containing three identical, oddly shaped round objects. I knew exactly what they were without needing to play with them, yet I still took a moment to give them a good look.
Frankly, I doubt that anyone other than a returner would recognize these items, as even their Modern counterparts were drastically different.
Carefully opening the lid of the metal box with a glass viewing window, I reached in and gently lifted one of the oval-shaped round objects the size of a baseball and turned it around to look for a serial number or any identifying marks.
"Hm, 200DR-1000SH-1KHPE…, 200 Meter direct blast radius, 1km Shrapinal Radius, and 1 kilogram of High Particle Explosive Force, a little on the weak side of Particle Bombs, but in the past this is no different from a high yield ballistics missile going off." Carefully putting the Future equivalent of a high-powered grenade back into its box, I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face.
Having this would make some of my plans that much easier, not that I planned on, say, raiding Fort Knox and stealing every bit of gold in the vaults…or anything like that. But there definitely was one place I planned on going once I got a bit older, and I knew it was going to be a shitshow once I did.
Storing away the Particle Bombs, I changed into a fresh hoodie, jeans, socks, and shoes before pulling out a waterproof windbreaker. Although it was unnecessary for me, aesthetically, it would be more than a little weird to be walking around in the middle of a rainstorm without proper attire so as not to draw any more eyes than I would as a lone five-year-old walking the streets. I opted to dress the part.
Once fully dressed, I looked at the multiple corpses in my inventory and felt a slight pang in my chest, not at the fact that I had slaughtered nearly a hundred beings; no, that didn’t matter in the slightest to me.
Instead, it was because, apart from their bodies and whatever items they happened to have on them, they were practically useless.
Without the presence of Arkadia, it wasn’t like they had inventories, and apart from the off chance that they had storage items like rings or amulets, I had no way of getting any more loot from them.
Unlike with returners or even Instance Monsters, who would net me a small amount of loot with the Forced Extraction Command, there was nothing to extract, no hidden items or money, so although I hadn’t actually tried it, I knew it more than likely wouldn’t work…still, I made a mental note to double-check my theory at a later date.
In my eyes, all I could see was a waste of space; even though their bodies were valuable, I was out for monetary gain.
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Releasing a rueful sigh, I shoved my hands in my pockets and left the ruins running at my top speed. It was time for me to do what I had come to do in the first place.
Sure, side quests were nice and all, but life wasn’t like one of the many RPG games I used to play in my free time; I needed to stick to the task and quit getting distracted by miscellaneous ventures such as dealing with the Fae.
In theory, I could have easily fled the scene, but the odds were I’d be followed in secret by them, and thus, I felt it was more reasonable to deal with the nuisance sooner rather than later.
Making my way back to town the way I had come earlier during my chase, I made sure to keep my perception expanded to its full extent, scanning my surroundings for any sign of particles.
The last thing I needed right now was getting dragged into another random event. Still, after everything I had been through today, it seemed that luck was finally on my side because soon enough, I was standing on the sidewalk outside of the Mammoth Café without another returner as far as I could see or er…well, sense.